The green-robed young woman shot Song Wen a flirtatious glance.
She did not question whether Song Wen's words were true and said, "I was originally a Rogue Cultivator. The reason I offended the Jiang Clan was that I was simply too beautiful. So many men of the Jiang Clan competed to court me, wishing to become Dao companions with me. They even fought each other over it, alarming a Void Refinement ancestor of the Jiang Clan, who imprisoned me. Alas, since ancient times, beautiful women have often met tragic fates. It was all this face of mine that caused the trouble."
As she spoke, the green-robed young woman actually began pitying herself, as though she truly were a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world.
After hearing this, Song Wen could not help feeling somewhat doubtful. The green-robed young woman's appearance was nowhere near as devastatingly beautiful as she claimed.
The white-haired old man suddenly shouted, "Lady Wen, stop gilding your own face. Clearly, you were unfaithful and drifted between different men of my Jiang Clan, swindling them out of treasures and spirit stones. Only after the truth came out did my Jiang Clan imprison you."
With the white-haired old man's testimony, Song Wen could now be certain that the green-robed young woman and the refined scholar were not members of the Jiang Clan, but people who had offended it.
Comparatively speaking, these two were more trustworthy.
Of course, that was only compared to the white-haired old man and the three-foot dwarf. It did not mean Song Wen truly trusted either of them.
"Ai Kun, you have more or less learned the backgrounds of the four of us. Are you going to Shadow Spider Valley or not?" the white-haired old man asked.
Song Wen raised his eyes toward the